标题: 《So Long Old Buddy》作者： - Robert F. Young【EPUB】 [打印本页] 作者: zaq 时间: 2013-9-17 09:06 标题: 《So Long Old Buddy》作者： - Robert F. Young【EPUB】 So Long Old Buddy dirty dute—who taught him to drown cats masturbate and steal—was he still alive after all these years He used to take Dute to the bathroom with him and they’d have long conversations behind thelocked door—conversations his mother sometimes overheard and reprimanded him for because shethought he was talking to himself. Sometimes he would take Dute to school but not very often because itwas too risky. The other kids would have got the wrong impression just as his mother always did ifthey’d happened to overhear his side of the conversation and would have made fun of him. No mist ofthe time he left Dute home and walked to school with only his sister Jane for company except ofcourse for the times that Dute talked him into playing hooky and those days didn’t count because heand Dute spent them as far away from the schoolhouse as they could get. Invariably when he went to school without Dute Dute would be waiting for him in the front yardwhen he came home and they would go into the house together silent till they reached his room. TheDute would say “How was school today” And he’d answer “Rotten.” Summer days they spent halcyonafternoons together in the hayloft of the old barn that stood some distance behind the dilapidated house.First Dute would swing from a rafter and drop into the hay then he would. Other afternoons they wentswimming together in the creek that wound this way and that in the fields where his father raised corn andtomatoes and string beans. Sometimes on the way back to the house Dute would say “Come on let’sjack off” and they’d hide behind the old corncrib his grandfather had stored field corn in years ago andmasturbate. They’d been the best of buddies he and Dute. Inseperable in both a figurative and a literal sense. Buteventually they’d fallen out. He could no longer remember what they had quarreled about. Maybe therehadn’t been a quarrel—maybe they’d just come to a parting of the ways. In any case he decided oneday that he’d had enough of Dute and after luring him into the fruit closet in the cellar on some pretext oranother he had locked him in. A week or so later his father had got a job in town and the family hadmoved out. A small farm provided a precarious living at best and things had been getting worse